Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Nesheaholic Poetry

A got the question/comment on my formspring: "how about writing a poem :0)"

I love seeing people recite poetry, and I have a lot of poet friends that are really awesome at what they do. I wish I was as talented as them lol. I've written a couple poems. I think I'm much better at blog writing than poetry writing.

Never Neverland - 3/20/2010

Sometimes the pressure of my fairy tale weighs me downI have my knight in shining armor and am on my way to Happily Ever AfterBut with the glitter comes wicked step sisters and evil step mothersWart-ridden frogs attempting to steal me from my princeI just hope this glass slipper never breaksAnd my carriage is never to be a pumpkin again.

Run - 7/30/2009

There's no place like....

Not home.

Running through an open fieldNothing in sight but air and cloudsA 75 degree sunny day with a light breezeBlowing a white linen dress as I runRun freely, to nothing, away from nothing, just runBarefootFeel life as I runNo one in sight, nothing in sightAir and warm sunRun

Upside Down - 3/5/2009

I feel like I'm upside down, although I'm right side up, because my head is spinning like I'm continually doing somersaults.I can't sit still because my mind is in constant motion, unable to concentrate, and un-silenceableI want to jump up outta my bones and get away from self.I feel too old and too young at the same time. Rushed and held back. Not needing rest but wanting to lay down.I feel upside down.

What do you want? - 11/25/2008

What do I want?

Nothing. Really nothing.I don't want anything.I don't want to talk, text, chat, type, nothing.I just want to be be.Pause the world around me so I don't miss anything and nobody misses me.Pause the world around me so that I can drift, in my own world, just me.

Adulthood - 10/30/2008

All of adulthood is piling up on me.Bills, pap smears, drug tests, debt.I don't feel old. Not old enough to experience death and loss.Regret & anxiety.Dread & nostalgia.Afraid of my present.The present that use to be my highly anticipated future.That post-graduation future that I thought would be sweet smelling and rose filled.Once I got here it was more like dandelions amongst crab grass.But no crabs in a barrel here.The only one holding me back is myself.Stuck to the bottom of the bucket by the glue of obligation.